having a maritime in this martyrdom

Mire

The original title was mires friend get it get it get it het it get it AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RANFREN AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH my bad. Draft got deleted. Still illiterate. Still havent proof read.

-

You had gotten the little stuff you had settled into Mires apartment. Not like there was much space to put it anyway. You were left alone the moment you got in. Mire imediately shutting himself into his room. Not a very warm welcome but you didn't mind it too much, the work day seemed tiring and you couldnt blame him for wanting some alone time.

You'd walk around a bit, there wasnt much to look at. The living room a bit smaller than what you'd usually see. Lots of trash scattered around, the table in front of the couch packed with cans and bags of eaten food. Across from it one of those fat old televisions, fairly modern for its time. The kitchen connected to the living room didnt look like it was used much at all.

Small apartment but it was enough for you. Better than sleeping on the street, which imediately made your stomach growl. Remembering how long its been since your last meal which was that damn can of corn, catching a glimpse of the little fridge tucked away in the equally small kitchen and opening it up only to be met with the disappointing sight of a few cans of beer, and frozen food. Alongside things that didnt even seem edible at this point. Trying to make do with what you had, not even asking Mire if you were allowed to have anything, too hungry to think.

-

Some time had passed and Mire still hadn't come out of his room, you didnt mind it that much but it was starting to become a little lonely. Didnt matter now since it was time for bed anyway. The only problem was you had no clue where to sleep, which only meant you now had to go and ask him.

Approaching his bedroom door and giving it a light knock, and then another, and another. But nothing. No answer. Deciding to just cut the politeness and open the door yourself, peeking in.

Mire was still awake, clearly hadn't noticed you yet. His room was a mess, trash littered all over the floor , uneaten food alongside what you assumed to be was dirty laundry. A mattress in the corner with a blanket lazily draped over it and two pillows, alongside a closet that clearly wasn't in use considering the amount of clothes on the floor. The walls covered in worn down posters that looked like they had been there for years. Mire hunched over his desk, eyes too laser focused on his computer screen to even notice your presence.

"Hey uhh..nice room you got here.. i like the posters."

You'd awkwardly say, trying to get his attention but you were just met by more silence. It didnt even seem like he was ignoring you on purpose. You'd walk in and make your way over to him hoping not to step on something vile on the way, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder to shake him out of it. It took him a few seconds before hed react, turning his head towards you and tugging his headphones off.

Finally having his attention you'd mumble. "Sorry for.. disturbing you. But where do i sleep?"

He'd blink up at you, clearly he didnt even think that through yet.

"Uhh..the couch is free i guess, or I can lay you down a blanket if you wanna sleep here or something."

Saying it so casually like you'd even consider the second option. Though he looked hopeful that you would. You shook your head, "I'll just take the couch, its fine" moving to take your hand off his shoulder only for him to hold onto it, keeping it there. Not saying a word, his fingers slowly pressing into your hand, the silence lingering for a few seconds untill you yanked it away.

"You uh..have nice hands." He'd mumble, readjusting his glasses and staring up at you. You gave him an awkward nod before grabbing a blanket off the nearest pile of laundry and getting out of there as fast as you could. Felt too awkward to linger around.